Blue

Yo listen up here's a story
About a little guy that lives in a blue world
And all day and all night and everything he sees
Is just blue like him inside and outside
Blue his house with a blue little window
And a blue corvette
And everything is blue for him and himself
And everyone around
Cos he ain't got nobody to listen to

Loser?

The fondness for old times had me staying in my old hometown on Friday too. Circumstances had me going by myself. I know it had been more than twenty years, but I looked her up. I invited her for a nice friendly dinner. She insisted on meeting me...no doubt she told her husband that she was doing something other than seeing old boyfriends. Granted...not that in our time she ever granted me the title of "boyfriend". Sure, sex was ok. There was never any problem there. But that was the rules back in 1983. I was quite adequate in the bedroom. But she made it perfectly clear that her ambitions as far as marriage goes went far beyond my checkbook. She met her goal marrying that rich man 20 years her senior. By now I bet he was a real fireball in the bedroom. My bitterness never faded much. I was just much better at hiding it.

So when she knocked on my hotel room door, I figured she wasn't there for much smalltalk or even dinner. I adored her, but the only thing that ever interested her about me was my cock. Twenty plus years was not going to change that. It took moments to pull her dress off. Black underclothing. She maybe remembered how much I loved that. She looked great. A few extra lines in her face did not fade her natural beauty too much. In moments she was naked on the bed and I was ramming into her quickly and with purpose.

When it was over she wanted more. She taunted me. For just a small moment I felt some shame in what I was doing. But she kept shooting words at me like bullets. "You know all those years ago if you had the same drive to fill your bank account that you had getting into my panties I may never have dumped you." She continued, "You cannot be done already...i guess twenty years can change a lot of things." She was putting her bra back on, but that last comment got to me. I pushed her back on the bed and pulled her arms behind her back. I tied them behind her back. She started laughing at me, pausing once to complain about how tight I was binding her wrists. She continued to taunt me, "if you had this kind of spunk years ago, I may have settled for your pathetic income".

Those were the last words she said as I stuffed her mouth with her panties and kept them there with tape. Yes, I had visited the hardware store for the potential of some bondage fun. Yet thought they may be inappropriate for such a nice reunion. I changed my mind.


I tore off her bra, rolled her on her stomach, and fucked her from behind hard and deep. She struggled desperately...perhaps a bit surprised at the ambition being shown by her meek boy toy of many years back. Yet soon enough her intimate muscles grabbed greedily at me...begging me to finish her off.


She came and came several times over the next few hours. With each and every humiliating way I tied her...the harder I got. When I...well when we...were quite finished she layed there naked on the bed like the tramp she always was. Though...a tramp with lots of spending money. Have to give her credit there. I ungagged her and she asked, "through with me loser"? I just smiled and shoved my dick in her mouth. First she shook her head, but then she thanked me properly for a job well done. I shot the last stream of cum I had in me on her face and pretended it was an accident. She knew better....but finally she had nothing left to say.

I untied her and we silently put our clothes back on. I gave her my business card which had my name, number, and the logo of the string of restaurants I own. Told her to look me up if she ever traveled east. She looked at it and said, "perhaps you didn't turn out to be such a loser after all". "No...maybe not...but being a loser for just an evening can have it's advantages I guess".


She left after getting herself together the best she could. Minutes later the there was a knock on the door. It was my trusted brother Chuck who was at our Thanksgiving table the previous evening. Chuck is a private investigator who pulled me aside and told me that I may be interested in who just hired him. Turns out my old flame's husband suspects his wife of wrongdoing and wants proof. He's looking to trade her in for a newer model but needs a prenuptial agreement to kick in first. Chuck showed me the digital photos he took of my evening and handed me an envelope with ten grand in it. "We're rich partner", he said. "Only showing him the straight sex right"? , I asked. He laughed and said those photos were more than enough for him to kick her out of the house without a penny to her name.

"I predict a phone call within the next month", I said. "How will you handle that", Chuck asked. I smiled and said, "I'll smile and tell her to come on over, but that she is a loser and only good for the sex".

Simon has feelings

Simon has feelings...yes he does. Every year in November shortly before Thanksgiving comes the birthday of a girl I knew 25 years ago. The memories fade as those kind of years go by, yet one never forgets the one true love in your life.

Just a classic example of falling helplessly in love with someone and they not feeling the same way about you. It happens to all of us. For some it just hits a bit harder. Though strung along and teased for two years, I was crushed when it was crystal clear that she would never belong to me forever.

Much maturity has thankfully arrived during the last 25 years. (With some exceptions like blogging fetish erotica) But I admit that every year on her birthday that I have my own private pity party in my head.

My feelings will never change. I know that. Even though we have not spoken in more than 20 years, I know she knows I still love her. Lately my thoughts drift at times to her and the husband that she presumably is still with. I see the look in my forty something Mrs. Kade. Knowing that I spend a lot of time out of the house. Knowing that I am afforded so many opportunities to be with women half her age. Her wondering if I am really at the gym. If I am really at a business meeting. I don't cheat on her...but her insecurities will always think I will.

So I think of that girl I loved. No...the girl I will always love. I think of her husband leaving on a business trip and her wondering if he is with someone else. I wonder if she ever thinks of me when she is feeling that way. Knowing that she once had a man in her life that never would have made her feel like he was in another's arms.

I don't thirst for revenge or payback after all these years, but I do enjoy poetic irony. She broke my heart and I moved away from my hometown. But one thing she can never have is the feeling that whatever other man she happens to be with loves her as much as I do. That the kind of complete love I showed her will always be missing from her man. He might have more money, nicer cars, better looks....but just a little bit will still be missing from what she once experienced. Now forty something and her looks fading she can think about that when her husband is late coming home from work.

She may never have loved me. But I know she thinks about me when she is alone. I don't think it's really an ego malfunction on my part. I just know. So go ahead my lovely ghost. Call my parents. Con them into giving you my cell phone number. You did it once twenty years ago. I'm sure you could pull it off again. But I would only confirm to you what we already know. You cannot have what you want and I cannot have what I want. I'll fantasize of all the women I could be with and you can fantasize of all the women your man may be with. After all these years....such a morbid detente we live.

Sunday's coffee salute...

This fine Sunday's coffee raised in the air salute is to all the thirty-something women who have realized that if they just put down that desert menu and get away from that television in trade for some quality time on a treadmill, stairmaster or under a squat rack that their ass can be just as sweet as it was twenty years ago.

Yes....gravity sucks. But it can suck a whole lot less. I'd walk by ANY college cutie for a mature woman who takes care of herself and dresses to let the world know. THAT is sexy my droogies.

Julie's chloroform story

My name is Julie. I consider myself a normal girl of age 22. Except for maybe the twisted fantasies that haunted my brain until last night. One would have never suspected my fantasy of being chloroformed and tied up by a strong intruder at first impression. However, in a fit of madness I mentioned it to a man that I work with. It snowballed from there.

I live with Jay....by fiance. He is my future. I know that. But he would never help me with the dark thoughts that were in my head. I love him. I really do. But just once I wanted to experience....well let me just continue.

Believe me. It took a long time. But I go on break at work and sometimes this guy would be in the breakroom also. We would talk. Soon the talks got personal....very personal. He mentioned some sexual frustrations at home and next thing I knew I was telling him of my fantasy. I trusted him. He was the shy type...not one to gossip. At the time, I thought he may have been patronizing me, but he told me of fantasies of women in bondage that raged through his mind. I teased him that we should get together sometime. His response sent chills up my spine. He just calmly said that it would be something that I would not regret.

He was not especially handsome, but he was big and strong. Dammit...I had to know. So I teased him. I teased him by telling him that I would let him know when my fiance was out of town. He told me just to let him know. God, it started out as a joke. But when my fiance said he had to leave town for the weekend I started to get wet at the thought of telling the guy at work that I would be alone Friday night.


So I took the plunge. I thought the guy at work would just laugh. But when I pressed the bottle of chloroform in his hand and told him the door would be unlocked and anytime between seven and eight would be fine, he just smiled and warned me that I would only be given one chance to back out once he arrived. I blushed and walked away.

So there I was. Home alone. I sat on the couch reading a magazine. My mind had me thinking that he would not show. Yet I dressed for him. I did at that. I figured if he did sneak into the house that I would not want him to change his mind. So I wore a tight cut off t-shirt and sexy panties. I was certainly never going to be the next Cosmopolitan cover model....but on the other hand not too many men turned me down before I met Jay. Breasts not too big, but firm. A shapely enough ass to draw a stare. Being with the man you want to spend the rest of your days with can make a woman lazy. But I took care of myself.

I can honestly say that I was deep into a magazine story and almost forgot that I could be getting company when his hand clamped that cloth over my mouth. It was how I always fantasized. He was so strong. Fighting him, but not able to break free. Feeling myself slip away....and wondering what he was going to do to me when I was out. My head pulled into his chest. My eyes slowly closing...can no longer fight it. Passing out.

When I started to regain consciousness I was vaguely aware of him finishing tying a blindfold on me. I thought, "my god...what have I done"? But I was quickly arroused...my heart was beating out of my chest. I knew I was dripping wet...and wondered if he knew. Of course he knew. I knew he was standing near just watching me. But I tested his wares anyways. I was naked. With only my sense of touch still afforded me I could tell I was on my living room rug. Gagged and blindfolded, my wrists were in handcuffs and strung up over my head most probably to a ceiling beam. I was kneeling. My ankles were bound together with some kind of cloth. They were crossed and bound tightly where I found it difficult to keep my knees together. I was helpless and at his mercy.

My body instinctively jumped when he first touched me. He started to softly fondle my breasts. He touched them just right. Firmly and in control...yet not abusive. He did not speak a word, but it was apparent that he was also naked. Very much so when i realized it was the rock hard head of his cock that was stroking my cheek. I was so turned on. I'm sure he knew. He ungagged me, but my heart beating out of my chest kept me from saying a word. However, I did recall his promise that I would be given one chance to back out. I remember being aware of his promise and knowing that this could be the last chance I would have to be freed. But instead my mouth grabbed his cock and started worshiping his sword in such a manner to communicate to my heavenly intruder that I fully approved of his abduction.

He withdrew his cock right before I was sure he was going to cum. I wanted to please him so badly that I did protest and fight him when I realized that he was once again gagging me. "Please no...please...", I moaned as he stuffed some kind of wadded packing into my teeth. My head shook as he lashed the silencing material deep into the back of my mouth. Feeling him knotting it behind my neck. I remember twisting and pulling at the metal around my wrists when I smelled the sweet unmistakable scent approaching my nose. He pressed the chloroform soaked rag against my mouth and nose and fell limp helplessly.


When I came to I was on my bed. My wrists were still cuffed together, but tied to the headboard. I was on my belly. My legs were tied apart to each bedpost. It felt like maybe it was pairs of my nylons that he used to tie my legs down. My stomach was on a pillow. My ass raised high into the air. I felt his presence between my legs. He was kissing the sensitive area on my inner thighs. His hands fondling my breasts. Boldly pinching my nipples. It felt so good, but I pulled at my bindings anyways. Of course any hope of escape was futile. I knew he was going to fuck me and I was at the same time more scared and turned on than I had ever been in my life. Finallly...to my relief and dismay he started to slide into me slowly. He had on some kind of ribbed condom that rocked my world. He started slamming into me hard and with purpose. MMMM...I moved my body the best I could to accomodate my dream fiend. My body began to orgasm like it never had before the same time I felt the ridged encasing around his rod fill with hot liquid.

When it was over I felt the need to embrace him. But instead I twisted and moaned as again he used the chloroform I gave to put me to sleep. I remember dreaming after he drugged me to sleep that last time. I dreamed about how I would react if the next time I awoke I was in the trunk of his car? In his bed? On a mattress in a hidden room in his basement? What if my invited intruder was having TOO good a time?

When I awoke I was again on a bed. My heart beating. Whose bed I thought? My arms were tied with a strip of cloth and my ankles were also tied. I was still gagged and blindfolded. I did not feel his presence. I'm not sure it would have mattered anyways in that I started to work the best I could at the knots that were currently trapping me. I was tied loosely enough where I had some hope of escape. Sure enough in fifteen minutes or so I was free. I took off my blindfold and was in my own bed. He was gone.

Sure there was some guilt that I felt after that. After all, I was going to be married to Jay in four months. On Monday I saw my co-worker friend. The quiet shy man that all my girlfriends at work thought to be a boring "average Joe". I approached him at his cubicle and in a whisper only loud enough for him to hear I softly said, "thank you". He didn't even turn around. He just cracked a small smile and slowly nodded his head as he kept typing on his keyboard.

Bad Boys

She grew up without want. Nice parents, plenty of money, the best schools. However, despite her parents objection she had an uncontrollable appetite for "bad boys". Aspiring student lawyers called upon her, but she was always more interested in the pool hustler. Her parents all but disowned her when she quit school and moved in with "Joe the hoodlum" as her father called him.
She was in heaven. Living with the bad boy, bad boy friends doing bad boy things in all hours of the night.

One day Joe the hoodlum disappeared for three days. On the fourth day she had unexpected night guests.

After she assured her midnight bad boys that she did not know where her live in bad boy was they tied her to the bed and did bad boy things to her. When they were done the bad boys decided that they could get what her bad boy owed them and plenty more if they took her with them.


So the girl living with the bad boy was trussed and readied for transport by the bad boys in her apartment and they took her as a trade. The bad boy's girl for the money he owed these bad boys.


She was later bound and pulled into a room where hundreds of bad boys were gathered. Soon there was an auction where it was decided which bad boy would get to keep her. She sobbed and faught him as he took her away. In a show of strength he assured her that it be best to cooperate. After all, from what he had heard of her, she loved being around bad boys. He told her that she would not be disappointed. That as she would learn, he was the baddest boy of the land.

Say Uncle

My rodent friend Mika and I were sitting by the computer. I was pretending I knew something about the calculations I was looking at and Mika was sitting there and starting twitching his nose. I've come to learn right now that when my "immaginary" rodent friend starts to wiggle his nose, I'm usually in for an adventure.

"Want to hear a story"?, Mika asked. Purely a rhetorical question mind you. Mika would start telling it even if I told him to get lost. So he began to spin his story. He knows how to get my attention because he will throw a detail or two that can, at times, resemble a real situation for me. But not to worry loyal readers...not enough of it is based on truth to get you concerned. I'll leave it to you to decide what is real and what is not.

Mika told me his story situation in such a way where I got to use my own imagination. Mika told me to picture myself being a guy who was separated from his wife. She left him with the kids and left him at home alone. Mika asked me to picture a niece (her brother's kid...no blood ties) coming over to try to talk me into a reconciliation with her aunt.

Now some background. This girl was a cute 13 year old when you married her aunt. At family parties she kind of relayed a child's crush for you. Of course you never spoke of such vibes you got. You tended to avoid her as much as possible at family parties to avoid embarrassment...but in recent years as she entered her twenties you avoided her at those same parties because you lusted for her...and she seemed to suspect that lust. The tables had turned.

"That's very good Mika", I chirped. "So evil you are", I said as I put my fingers around his chuckling mouth. "Let me take it from here my friend", I begged.

Continued the story I did....
So at age 23 she knocks on my door to campaign for her aunt. She enters and she did not exactly dress to keep me focused on the woman who just left me. No...short plaid skirt, creamy legs, tight top...enticing cologne. I immediately felt she was on another cause than that of her aunt. She spewed some bogus bullshit about how her aunt missed me. (The fact is, she was fucking some guy she worked with and said she wasn't about to stop) If my niece thought of her aunt as some kind of angel, I saw no need to take that thought away from her.

So my beautiful niece, Jessica we'll call her, got up and wiggled her tight ass to the liquor cabinet and poured us a couple of drinks. She didn't ask. Perhaps that was her test for me. Indeed I would have asked her to stop if I wanted to be alone. So Jessie brings over her liquid contracts that she was going to stay awhile.

So one drink gradually extends to three. It was after the third one; I don't remember the details exactly...but she hugs me. She crushes her firm tits into my chest and tells me not to worry. That my wife will come back. That any woman would be lucky to have me. I made the move she was begging me to make. "Any woman?", I asked as I pulled her lips into mine.

I had unbuttoned her blouse and was heading toward third base when she stopped me with a giggle and asked me if I was aware of the crush she had on me when I first married her aunt. I told her of course and that I was always petrified that she would make that too obvious. I just starting roaming my hands toward the promised land and I said something lusty like, "do you still have that crush on me"?

Things are a bit murky after that, but I just remember her telling me that when she was a little 13 year old brat that she was snooping around my in home office at a family party and discovered where I had a bunch of bondage porno magazines hidden under a floorboard. She said it gave her quite an impression as a youngster. "You never told anyone?", I asked. She said she didn't. Partially because they turned her on. I didn't know what to say other than saying that she was normal...that her yearnings were natural....that it was something inside her despite her discovering my magazines on the subject.

She told me she realizes that. However, from the first time she saw those magazines she fantasized of me doing the same to her as the girls in the magazines. I asked her if she still felt that way. "Please...", she said...and when she continued pleading, at least she didn't call me uncle. She called me by my first name. I needed that too. My dick was rock hard, but I really needed to know that this was not the same 13 year old girl I once knew...but now a grown woman of 23. She purred..."Please Simon, please tie me up and fuck me."


So I tied her slowly. Effectively, but quite slowly. There she was...bound on my couch...testing the ropes holding her, but visibly arroused. Nevertheless, I held the gag in front of her and told her, "so far we have only been playing...after I gag you there is no turning back". Her eyes met mine....and for a second I saw the same look she used to give me from across the family room when she was 13. She spoke, "gag me Simon....gag me and fuck me any way you wish".

She moaned softly as I tied the bit gag in place. I fondled her through her clothes for just one last time before putting her bound and gagged body over my shoulder and taking her to my bedroom to fulfill her request.

Back at my computer I sighed and Mika looked at me and said, "good job". "Where to today my friend?", I asked my rodent companion. "The gym for a view of some hot trophy wives in spandex will do for starters", he suggested.
He twitched his nose and said, "then the restaurant with the woman bartenders with the skin tight tops?" "You know...you and I think alike", I laughed as I signed off the computer.

...a man and his mouse.

Invitation

Mika and I were hanging out in some chat rooms last night and a nice young thing seemed very interested in the kink spewing into her instant message box. She sent me a photo and said her husband was out of town for the weekend. She lived fairly close to me....she invited me over for some with an offer to exchange roleplay for real play. Of course I was skeptical...but how could I refuse?

So I told her my terms. I had her decribe her house....picture window...good. I would knock on the door and first I wanted her to give me a peek of her and that tease attire she allegedly just took a photo of herself in. If she could not do that....then she was not for real. I told her that I knew of a hot nightclub out there and that if she chose not to greet me that way...or if it was a joke it would not be a total waste of my time.

I assured her that myself and my fantasies were for real. That if she then unlocked the door then both our kinky worlds would kindly greet.

Mika looked at me as I shook my head at the computer and laughed. He just twitched his nose and said, "what have you got to lose"? So I loaded myself up with some toys and went for a ride. Forty minutes later I parked on the street in front of the address she gave me. I rang the doorbell and drifted back to keep an eye on the front window. She opened the drapes to give me a good look. She was for real. Pink night top and all legs. Unbelievable.

She opened the door and I put on a ski mask and walked in. "Good evening", I said. She was visibly drunk and ran her sassy mouth, "Good evening?", she questioned, "If I wanted to invite over a gentleman I would have wasted two hours online chatting with a fucking boyscout".

I smiled at that. I love good honesty in a woman. "Well fine then...enough smalltalk". I took a knife out of my pocket and pressed it against her throat. (the blade so purposely dull it probably could not cut through warm cheese) I dragged her to the couch. "That's better", she teased. She did have a way of inspiring a man to not be a gentleman.

I admit I found a bit of satisfaction in her squeeling some words to the effect of feeling some discomfort in the rather ungentlemanly way I handcuffed her arms hehind her back. She leaned back on the couch and seemed quite a bit more sober as she mumbled something about things going too fast as i was yanking her panties down her legs. Perhaps she was going to beg me to stop or perhaps she was going to attempt to give me instructions as to just how her fantasy molester should go about his business. But it made no difference as I stuffed her panties in her mouth to shut her up. She squeeled and squirmed as I tore off a slice of duct tape to entrap the silencing garb in her mouth for her upcoming adventure.

"You're quite the little fighter you said you would be", I said as she knelt on the floor in front of the couch. She twisted and squeeled as she looked behind her and saw me pulling down my pants. "You play well", I whispered as I began to cover my rock hard sabre with a ribbed condom I had for such tender moments. I yanked back her hair and told her to stay still as my legs forced her apart far enough to find my target. Her hands my have been pulling at the cuffs on her wrists....but her pussy was much more accepting of the spoils of her invitation. I then confirmed to my spunky little captive that I never was or never will be a boyscout.

I then dragged her spent chatroom cruising ass into her bedroom, grabbed a pair of her nylons from a dresser drawer and tossed her on the bed. I then bound her ankles with the nylons in such a way where her legs could still open about a foot. I looked at her and asked where she kept her vibrator. I knew her eyes could not help but give me a clue. In moments I returned with her white probe. I tore what was left of her pink nightshirt off of her and said that it was time that I took care of her.

Hours later she layed there on her side naked and hogtied on the bed. I really do not think she regreted her invitation to a stranger, but I kept her gagged just the same. I placed the key to the handcuffs still trapping her wrists on her nightstand and told her that a woman with her athletic abilities should be able to get to that key in a half hour or so.

I returned home about 45 minutes later as the sun was rising. There was an instant message on my computer. Mika sat there next the computer with a sly smile on his face. I looked at the message. SassyAngel19 says her husband is gone next weekend too.

The Maid

I had been more or less living in a motel for the last three weeks. My work in that town just far enough away from my home to justify staying there was now complete. Finished early for the day and went back to the motel to finish packing up. I can honestly say that I was not too shocked to open my door and surprise a maid that was busy looking through my packed luggage. Some other things had come up missing during my stay...to the complete indifference to the motel management.

A lover of kinky sex I am. I always brought some toys with me in case any of the fine young ladies at the local nightspots liked a little adventure with their sex. Not used often I admit, but my gear was going to come in handy now.

The intruder, under the mindset that being a bit flirty would get her off the hook, did not struggle as I reached into my luggage and grabbed a pair of handcuffs. She was mumbling words like, "I can explain" as I entrapped her wrists behind her back. I sat her on the bed.

I recognized her as one of the teases that occupied the business I had been appointed to audit the last three weeks. She was a doll, I admit feasting my eyes on her in between gazing at balance sheets at what I affectionately called "Tease Inc." to a couple of friends on the phone. So I guess she had this second job and would have known exactly where I was to know the coast was clear.

I told her not to move as I picked up the phone to call the front desk. She told me not to bother as she was not an employee of the motel...that she only had a stolen uniform to use in her "second job". I told her the police would do just fine then. She begged me not to. She told me that she would find a way to pay me back for the things she stole from the room.

I paced the room and took a good look at her. She was gorgeous. By design or not she had the cutest little pout. The maid uniform showed off a nice pair of legs. Yes...I began thinking...perhaps there was a way she could pay me back.

I had always fantasized of opportunities of this nature....and I....snapped to the temptation. I was behind her as she was softly pleading for forgiveness as I took the velvet belt off of a courtesy robe that was hanging near the bathroom. With her arms already cuffed behind her she didn't have a chance in fighting off the robe belt that I lashed between her teeth. My improvisation was very effective as I was sure her screams of objection could not be heard on the other side of the door. She layed back on the bed now. Her struggles had raised her skirt giving me a nice view of her creamy beige panties. "No motel management, no police...what other punishment can there be"?

The thought of my watch probably currently at some pawn shop due to this former tease encouraged me on. I took off my belt and looped it around her neck and told her, "that's in case you plan on doing something with those legs other than spreading them for me". She layed there still and watched through defiant eyes as I lowered my pants and let her see her judge's gavel. She moaned and squirmed at first as I started to take off her socks and shoes which I ignored. However, when she buckled and twisted as I searched for the best way of discarding her skirt I pulled on the belt noose around her neck and she stopped. "Now be a good girl and pay me back nicely for that watch you stole from me". Her eyes teared as I pulled down her panties and crawled between her legs. I lifted her legs and rested them on my shoulders and fucked my little thief for every trinket missing from my room and every trinket she even thought about taking. I held off my explosion on purpose quite enjoying the payback of my dreams. Her lifeless body came to life as I roller her on her stomach with the intention of planting my punitive seed from behind. She twisted and tried to squirm away, but a tug on the belt noose ended her journey quickly. I found her, now quite receptive, pussy quite easily and encouraged by her body's acceptance of her dilema I held off my orgasm until I felt she was on the brink of the same. Soon enough her body shuddered and tensed in a way other than that of a reluctant captive. I then released my load deep inside her and whispered in her ear, "enjoy the watch bitch".


Moments later she layed there on the bed completely naked other than her gag and the three pair of handcuffs that served as the tools for what I am sure was a quite uncomfortable hogtie. I played with her body for quite some time. Partly because I was amused in that she was now visibly arroused and partly because I was swiftly working myself into heat for seconds. My one hand was playing with her pussy, the other greedily pinching and fondling her well ripened nipples. Her intimate muscles latching onto my fingers that found just the right spot....I teased her by driving her to the edge and then backing off. Three or four times of this and I ungagged her. Where once she had, I'm sure, contemplated screaming at such an opportunity, now she softly begged, "do it...do it...please".

I stuck my cock into her begging mouth and said, "me first". She sucked and licked my rod like a woman on a mission and did well. In short order I was about to cum, but had the presence of mind to massage her hot little spot to the point of no return. Her mody tensed and she moaned. Shaking she twisted in her shackles in uncontrollable orgasm. I watched amused and took it upon myself to give myself the few short stroke it took to finish myself off. I aimed my now exploding canon at her face and connected with a generous portion of my gratitude. She pulled at the cuffs and unfortunately said words to awaken me to reality. She was furious and said in a loud voice, "When I get out of here I am going to the police. I'll tell them my story, you tell them yours."

She was, of course, correct. If she went through her with her threat I would not have much of a chance. I didn't panic. I just regagged her and told her, "you just earned yourself a permanent partnership". By now it was 2am and with the help of a trenchcoat and a modest rap to the temple it was quite easy to get my hot little thief into the back of my van. Late though it was, I still used some rope I had back there to confine her from any untimely kicking at any stoplights. I took the rest of the items from the room and left the key on the dresser to signal my departure to a real maids in the morning.

Yes...for weeks afterwards i sweated being discovered via cameras at the motel, my captive's partner in crime if she had one etc. I have never gotten so much as a phone call from any investigators. I guess she helped me out. She avoided me at her workplace...because she was too busy ripping me off. Moreover, I guess she did not tell people what her part time job was.

I can tell you my droogies what her full time job is now. A quiet home with no neighbours nearby with now a hidden room with a cell in it in the basement. She'll get used to her new occupation. She will have plenty of time.